"Enough, Simmons! We are here to find cheap vaccines, not for you to cause trouble. One and a half million residents are waiting for vaccines to save their lives. Whether someone was murdered or not is for the forensic doctor to decide. Don't act rashly before there is conclusive evidence!" A majestic, tall man reprimanded him, completely disregarding Simmons's status.
"This is Senator Koteff Lacey, the head of the Lacey family, and his words carry a lot of weight," David whispered as a reminder.
The tall man's temples were gray, and he was already old, but his eyes were still sharp. He was a relatively upright Senator and a difficult person to deal with. His other identity was quite interesting: he was Britney's father and Kaplan's father-in-law.
Simmons only sobered up after being reprimanded, and he gave Koteff a grateful look. If he had recklessly mobilized the National Guard, things would have been very difficult to resolve. "I was just looking at the time earlier. Hmph, Eddie, don't be so arrogant. Just wait for the forensic doctor to declare your death sentence."
"Death sentence? Are you the forensic doctor to decide that? Wake up, you're just a security consultant, a shoe-shiner. I heard your building exploded? It's even on the news? Tsk, tsk, tsk, who do you think you offended? I'm just more honest, so you're trying to get even with me?" Eddie sneered.
"You!" Simmons was furious, unable to contain himself. He had never seen such a shameless person. "Maybe you did it?"
"If I could do that, I would definitely blow up your house. If you died, wouldn't that be the end of it? Why bother blowing up a building? You're crazy, to do something so superficial. It seems you've blown up quite a few people's homes, and now you're getting revenge? Does it feel good? Do you want a special interview?" Eddie continued to attack.
Press the advantage, strike him while he's down! Don't be polite, being kind to your enemies is cruel to yourself.
"Enough, Eddie, you say one less word too. Saving people is the priority now." Koteff frowned. He only paid attention to Eddie after hearing his daughter's report. He disdained cooperating with such a nouveau riche.
Simmons left in a huff, even though his argument with Eddie ended with him as the loser. But Eddie's words reminded him that among his enemies, someone would do such a thing, and he had to find that person and retaliate!
As for suspecting whether Eddie did it, Simmons dismissed the thought after only a moment's consideration. The man Ada favored would not be so superficial. If he used such methods to compete, Ada would definitely return to her command.
In fact, Simmons was overthinking. Even if Eddie did something bad, Ada would only help Eddie clean up the mess and would never dislike him. The reason was simple: Ada was carrying Eddie's child, and she had to fulfill the responsibilities and obligations of a wife.
If Simmons knew that his goddess, whom he longed for day and night, was pregnant with the child of his most hated enemy, would he be so angry that he would die on the spot?
Arriving at the laboratory, Eddie simply glanced at WilPharma's current T-Virus vaccine formula. It was a vaccine that could prevent but not cure. It was like a preventative shot; it could not be used as a medicine.
He then wrote a formula, transformed the equation, and operated on the instrument.
Soon, the serum production instrument produced a bottle of serum. Eddie picked up the serum and handed it over, "This is the vaccine that can cure the T-Virus. It may cause diarrhea as a side effect, which is a necessary means of detoxification. It will not be effective if the subject has already turned into a zombie; it will be a fatal blow."
"In other words, there's a possibility of death?" Senator David asked, puzzled.
"They've already turned into zombies; do you still want to save them? Their brains have been corroded by the virus; even if they were saved, they would be an idiot," Eddie said disdainfully.
"Take it down for testing, and also check the cost," Senator David handed the serum to the staff. There were already some residents waiting for treatment here.
While waiting, Senator Koteff asked, somewhat puzzled, "Dr. Eddie, how do you know how to make the T-Virus vaccine? This is Umbrella's secret. Your easy knowledge of it suggests there might be a problem."
Angela, however, was unconvinced. "Eddie is a talented medical doctor. The pain he has experienced, you simply cannot imagine. The research he has done, at great risk, you also don't know. How can you suspect him as soon as he speaks?"
This foolish woman, Eddie smiled and shook his head. He was quite touched by Angela; this woman was willing to stand up for him, proving she had a good heart.
"Alright, my dear, I'll handle it," Eddie smiled and pulled Angela back. "Raccoon City is full of the T-Virus. It's easy to research. What's so surprising about something so common? I don't need to explain it to you, just like you wouldn't say how many young models you've kept outside."
Chapter 369: The Eavesdropping Queen, Sienna
Senator Koteff nodded. "Alright, your reason is sufficient. I didn't mean to doubt you; it was just a routine inquiry. The disaster in Raccoon City brought too much heartache. This pain will continue, making us forever remember that catastrophe."
"That's your Senator's business; it has nothing to do with a poor person like me." Eddie didn't fall for that. Playing the emotional card? Useless, unless like Kaplan, he sincerely sent something useful, such as his wife.
Senator Koteff was a bit displeased. This guy was impenetrable. No matter what, getting him to pay was almost impossible. And he himself was in the wealthy class. Dealing with Eddie might cause resentment among other wealthy people. The wealthy are very sensitive, and besides, if the other party is paying taxes normally, dealing with such a taxpayer is really not a good thing.
Soon, the experimental results came out. The vaccine Eddie produced was effective quickly, and the cost was only half of the original, but it still cost one hundred thousand US dollars per dose, which was a huge expense.
"This time, the situation in the three cities requires a total of one and a half million doses of vaccine, for a total cost of one hundred and fifty billion. This expense is unaffordable even for Congress. It will be called corporate donations, so you'd best be prepared," Senator Koteff said, looking at the experimental quote.
This was an extremely expensive price. One person cost one hundred thousand US dollars, which no one could afford. Either some people would have to be killed to reduce the financial investment, but that would likely lead to riots.
Eddie exhaled smoke rings, completely disregarding the no-smoking rule in the laboratory. That rule was for ordinary people. Was he an ordinary person? No, in a capitalist world, money equals status.
"Let's do what we can. My company hasn't made much money, so I'll donate one million," Eddie sneered. Not donating a single cent wouldn't look good, and donating too much wouldn't work either. One million was just right.
Moreover, he also had a share in this vaccine. The profit for one dose of vaccine was thirty thousand US dollars, split evenly, so he still had fifteen thousand. If all one and a half million doses were sold, his profit could reach twenty-two and a half billion US dollars, which was definitely a huge profit.
No wonder WilPharma was so engrossed in vaccine research. Although this money was a one-time deal, the profit was high. A conservative estimate for one city was tens of billions in revenue. How many cities are there worldwide?
This was a criminal business. If one were ruthless, they could even extort a sum of money to develop themselves.
Being able to earn twenty-two and a half billion US dollars and donating one million was completely acceptable. Eddie would do this kind of business every time it came up; he'd wake up laughing in his dreams.
Senator David next to him was also smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum. As soon as he thought of the golden little darlings about to arrive in his account, he couldn't stop grinning. If they didn't pay, he wouldn't start production, to prevent debts. As a Senator, he knew the Congress's nature very well; if they said they wouldn't pay debts, they might really not pay, which was more hateful than a fool who leaves after getting what he wants.
After a very brief time, the details of the cooperation were finalized, and Senator Koteff left. He still had to direct the prevention and control efforts in the three cities to ensure that the rioters in the cities would not take advantage of the situation to cause unrest.
A large part of Raccoon City's fall was due to those rioters taking advantage of the situation to cause trouble and set fires. Otherwise, how could a few mindless zombies cause such serious consequences?
Sitting in WilPharma's restaurant, Eddie leisurely drank coffee, sitting opposite Angela, watching the news live.
General Morgan was in charge of this incident, but surprisingly, Simmons's people also appeared this time, and Simmons himself was also present in the city.
Seeing this, a hint of unease flashed in Eddie's eyes. Sure enough, the phone rang the next second. "It's me, what's up?"
Rachel, on a high-rise rooftop in Kunka Tela City, was observing the situation in the city. She said through her wireless headset, "Husband, I found that Simmons and Morgan had contact. They seem to have reached some kind of consensus."
"Do you know the specifics?" Eddie asked, sipping his coffee. Something had indeed happened.
"I don't know, their defenses are very tight. It's just the two of them; everyone else has been excluded," Rachel frowned.
"Don't worry about it. Tell me if that old dog Morgan has any new instructions. Be careful yourself. If Kunka Tela City becomes untenable, then leave first. You don't have to be buried with the city," Eddie whispered.
Rachel felt very sweet. This was her man; he wouldn't let her risk investigating intelligence, treating her as a person, not a tool. "I understand, thank you, husband."
"Hmm, that's all for now. Oh, and remember to take good care of Sheva. She will be of great use later," Eddie said before hanging up the phone.
It seemed somewhat unrealistic to continue concealing the truth about Raccoon City. Although he didn't know who was spreading the T-Virus, this situation, while not good, had no downsides for Eddie.
Angela was a little jealous. "Who were you talking to on the phone? Whispering like that, afraid of being overheard?"
"Are you jealous? Business secrets, you know. Some things can't be overheard, especially since this is someone else's company territory. If you want to know, I can tell you," Eddie explained with a smile.
Angela shook her head. She was just a little jealous, and after Eddie explained to her, she became very happy. Women, sometimes, are very simple, and not every woman can accept the idea of multiple wives.
Meanwhile, in a hotel conference room in Kunka Tela City, a beautiful figure was hiding in the hotel bathroom. She took out a special spherical device and placed it in the ventilation duct. Using a control device, she made the sphere slowly roll, until it reached above the conference room.
Sienna hid in the bathroom, wearing a wireless headset, eavesdropping on intelligence. She had already decided where to go next. To find Eddie, she had to show her strength; she wouldn't be a mere pretty face.
Eavesdropping on intelligence was what she was best at. No one knew that Sienna was also an outstanding mechanical engineer. Just like Jill, before becoming a special police officer in Raccoon City, she was a university student majoring in petroleum engineering in Tsarist Russia—seemingly unrelated, yet little known.
The spherical eavesdropping device rolled silently. This was high-tech used to reduce noise, capable of transmitting and amplifying the eavesdropped sound very effectively, while also preventing signal shielding.
Sienna was recruited by the Marine Corps not because she was pretty, but because of her extraordinary abilities.
Chapter 370: Angela's All-Night Plan
"He's already made a splash. It's not appropriate to remove him now. Besides, what do I get?" General Morgan was dismissive. The so-called family had no sense of belonging for him.